Out of My Limit~Cethany {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 8

~Bethany's POV~:
"Connor please I don't want to talk about it." He was asking questions. Fighting for answers I didn't want to say. I was to embarrassed to talk about it.

"Bethany I told you that I can't help you unless you tell me what's going on. Why did you come here if you aren't going to say anything?"

He's right. "Fine I'll tell you and I don't know why I came here. Once I explain I'm gone and I'm never running back to you again. Why the f*ck did I come to you?" That last part was what I said out loud but not to Connor, to myself. I struggled to hold back the pain but I looked into his eyes and started to explain what had happened earlier that night.

*FLASHBACK*
Ian was driving me home. He drove me to school as well. Only this time he was smiling at me and had his right hand on my left knee. I was very uncomfortable to be honest. The last time he had done that it led to something even worse...I didn't want to go back to that.

When he pulled into my driveway I got out but he got out as well. "Ian what are you doing?"

"Do you mind if I join you inside?" Of course I did but that's not what I said.

"Um yeah you can come in." I had invited the devil inside my house blindly. I closed the door behind me and he jumped on me. I tried to fight him off but he was stronger then he used to be.

"Ian stop please." He was kissing me at any place I had skin showing. "Ian I said stop!" He didn't stop there. I saw his fist approach my face and then there was blackness.

I woke up on my bed but I was tied down...and naked. I instantly started freaking out when Ian walked into the room with nothing on as well. I grew even more panicked and tried to get free but I couldn't.

"Ian please don't!!!" He got closer and almost laid on the bed, well on top of me, but he stopped for a second.

"Bethany what am I to you? A joke? You kiss me at school then as soon as we get here you refuse to kiss me? What am I too you?"

"A rotten dirt bag. That's what you are. I bet you're just going to rape me aren't you seeing the situation here? You are just a monster Ian, and you always will be." He smirked, obviously amused at something. Maybe he enjoyed being called a monster.

The next thing he did was unexpected. He started beating me up. He punched my arms and legs. He punched me in the stomach and the head. Everything hurt. I felt bruises forming. I cried in pain. Ian then laid on top of me. He wasn't done yet.

"Bethany I've always seen you as a toy. Something to enjoy for a short time before throwing it away. That's exactly what I'm going to do to you." His words were like venom. He spat them at me and I heard the evil demon inside him. Like I said he's a monster.

He raped me. As soon as he was done he got dressed and untied one of my hands. "Thanks for the fun time Bethany. See you tomorrow." I knew something was wrong when he was acting so sweet. He just wanted to get really close to me so that he could hurt me.

I untied myself and got dressed. I just sat in my room crying at my life, at myself. I couldn't believe I was so stupid. Why'd I think he changed. I still can't think about that past memory of him. That really bad thing that made me question him at the mall. I don't want to think about it...I won't.

I need someone who cares but nobody does. Why did this have to happen to me? Why did I become this bad girl? I hate my life...I hate my life...
*End Flashback*
"Wow. Bethany I'm so sorry. Ian's a jerk."

"Yeah he is." I was crying by this point. "Well Connor I'm gonna go. Thanks for listening to my pointless story you probably don't care about." I got up and went to the door but he stopped me. His hand had grabbed my arm.

"Bethany. You don't have to leave. If you need a shoulder to cry on I'm right here. I don't know why I am doing this considering Sasha will kill me but that doesn't matter. You really need a friend right now Beth so let me be your's." I nodded and sat back down on the couch. He sat next to me. I cried on his shoulder and he just told me it'd me okay. He was really trying to be a good friend.